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To be candid, Ruth was embarrassed. The doctor had said neither "will you honor me" nor "will you please me," but he had both pleased and honored her. She turned a pair of radiant eyes to her mother. "Come now, Mrs. Levice," laughed Kemp, noting the action, "will you allow your little girl to go with me?
For a while Kemp maintained a sort of Roland-for-an-Oliver conversation with her; but with his eyes continually straying to the girl before him, it became rather difficult. Some merry rowers down the river were singing college songs harmoniously; and Mrs. Levice soon began to hum with them, her voice gradually subsiding into a faint murmur. The balmy, summer-freighted air made her feel drowsy.
She spread her crochet work on her knee as if measuring its length, then with striking indifference picked it up again and adjusted her needle, "She came in rather late, didn't she?" "Did she?" questioned Mrs. Levice, parrying with enjoyment the indirect thrusts. "I did not know; had the curtain risen?" "No; there was plenty of time for every one to recognize her."
Levice had started in affright to scream; but the deep, commanding tone, the powerful hands upon her shoulders, the impressive, unswerving eye that held hers, soon began to act almost hypnotically. The sobbing gradually ceased; the shaking limbs slowly regained their calm; and as she sank upon the cushions the strained look in her eyes melted.
"I could not rest," said Mrs. Levice; "this chair is all I require." "If you would lie on the couch here," he urged, "you would find the position easier." "No, no! I could not." He looked at Ruth. "I shall go by and by," she answered. Arnold had long since gone out. Ruth's by and by stretched on interminably. Kemp took up the "Argonaut" that lay folded on the table.
"Put your hand, palm up, under hers. I am going to withdraw my hand and retire, as I do not wish to excite her; she will probably open her eyes in a few moments. Take her home as quietly as you can." "You will call to-morrow?" whispered Levice. He quietly assented. "Now be deft." The transfer was quickly made, and nodding cheerfully, Dr. Kemp left the room. Ruth came forward.
Levice's exertions bore some fruit. There are few communities, comparatively speaking, with more enthusiastic theatre-lovers than are to be found in San Francisco. The play was one of the few worldly pleasures that Mr. Levice thoroughly enjoyed. When a great star was heralded, he was in a feverish delight until it had come and gone.
Levice felt the tremor that thrilled him as Ruth approached. "My child." The softly whispered love-name of old made her tremble; she smiled through her tears, but when his feeble arms strove to draw her to him, she stooped, and laying them about her neck, placed her cheek upon his.
"That is condescending, coming from Congress," she laughed gayly; "but I must disclaim the compliment, I am sorry to say; my nursing was only a name." "As you please. Miss Levice, may I beg a rose of you? No, not all. Well, thank you, they will look wonderful in a certain room I am thinking of." "Yes?"
"Twenty minutes to six," she answered, glancing at the clock. "As late as that?" She meant to say, "And Louis not home yet?" but forbore to mention his name. "It is raining heavily now," said Ruth, throwing a log upon the fire. Mrs. Levice unfolded the crackling newspaper, and Ruth moved over to the window to draw down the blinds.
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